“What brings you up here?” I ask Lucio curiously.
“You have a guest,” he says. His features harden as soon as his daughter is gone.
Lucio nods. “You have an hour with her,” he tells me. “And then she’s out.”
I look over towards the doorway Evie just disappeared through. “I still need to put her to bed.”
“I’ll do that tonight,” he says.
I stare at him. “Hold on, my hearing must’ve fritzed out on me real quick. Did you say you’ll put herto bed tonight?”
He scowls. “You can pick your jaw up off the floor. I’m capable of putting a six-year-old girl to bed.”
“Oh, of course. What can’t you do, Superman? I just, y’know—didn’t think that was your kind ofthing.”
“Do you want to see your friend or not?” he demands.
“I do, I do,” I say quickly. “I’m just… I think it’s great t
